My furry friend

I have a new running partner. No, it's not Chipper Jen. It's a raccoon. He follows me around the streets of the burbs and runs at the same speed (and same ungainly gait) as I do. He even hangs with me at the pool, dipping his little paw in the water as he lounges in the cool (yeah, right) evening.

He's got another friend, a cat. They hang together and feed each other and such. Yes, this is my life now that I live somewhere where you can see the stars. No more rants about the pasty white yuppie neighbors. Now I just have interracial creatures to hang with. Ah, suburbia.

Someone help me.

So the place is coming together somewhat. I was supposed to run tonight, but I opted to unload boxes of books and eat ramen noodles with a nice cabernet on the side. And I ate it all on a box because I can't reach my table. And why didn't I run? Why did I stand up my furry running partner? It's because team in training are a bunch of fuckwads, and I don't want to talk about it. Maybe tomorrow I'll post, but for now, I'll finish my bottle of Two Buck Chuck.